So, I get a sliver in my foot today and Tom gets out the tweezers because he is tired of seeing me limp around. I sit on the couch with Ringo on one knee and my foot in Tom's lap. I thought if I had Ringo by me he would distract me from the sliver removal process.
Me: Please be careful, oh man it's going to hurt, ouch ouch ouch
Tom: I haven't even LOOKED at it yet!
Me: Just please BE CAREFUL, I can't handle this stuff!
Ringo: be careful, be careful please be careful (he learned "be careful" a long time ago)
Tom: Great, now I have 2 of you whining...be careful be careful (said in a whiny voice)
Me: Quit playing and just do it! OUCH OUCH HEY DON'T TOUCH THE SLIVER STOP!!!!
Ringo: BE CAREFUL! (then jumps off my knee, runs down my other leg and bites Tom on the arm!)
It all happened so fast! Ringo just took off like a rocket and the next thing I know he has bitten Tom. Not hard, just sort of a warning bite. Tom started cracking up laughing. He thinks Ringo was protecting me. I'm not sure what to think, he does bite Tom every now and then...he has only bitten me once in over 2 years. Do you guys think he understood that I was scared or in pain?? And if so, he understood that Tom was the cause of my stress??
LOL...I just heard Tom in the living room talking to Ringo. He's calling him Mommys little superhero